so i saw the king's speech yesterday. i totally put a ring on it. coz y'know? i really liked it.OMG movie quotes!"shit! shit! shit! shit! shit! shit!""fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! ass! fuckin ass! fuck! tits!""here's your shilling.""you don't need to be afraid of the things you were afraid of when you're five.""in this grave hour fuck fuck fuck bugger!""knighthood."
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
whilst riding the bus
as i type this, there is a little miss leaning on my shoulder right now. she's busy napping her 3 yr old head off. i'm a stranger to her as she is to me. she probably felt safe, i don't know. her mom asked if the little miss is bothering me. i readily said no. it's one of those little things y'know? i find this to be a peaceful and random blessing.
i will remember today.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
shakerleg
this is episode 10 of mark cersosimo and michael capasso's "playing for pocket change" project.
playing for pocket change is a series featuring musicians playing on the streets and in the subways of new york city. often overlooked and ignored, we find out exactly who these people are and what makes them want to play in what is arguably the worlds strangest venue.
i'm really glad to have contributed something to this episode. shakerleg (mark nicosia) is most definitely one of my favorite musicians. he's very creative and talented and full of passion.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
when twitter friends make a cameo
it's beyond odd and kinda creepy when people you know but have never met appear in your dreams.
last night, i dreamt about my mother getting her drink on. she was so hammered in the dream. the kicker? a) i don't have any recollection of her vodka-ing it up in real life. b) she got wasted with one of my twitter friends, nissa a.k.a. @APolishBeauty. they're second life bffs or something. when they were moths.
(pardon the lack of twitter page link as i'm posting this via mobile.)
Monday, February 14, 2011
record song
the #grammys tweeting crowd were asking about the difference between the "record of the year" and "song of the year."
as per the grammy.com......
the record of the year award goes to the artists, producers, engineers, and mixers.
whilst, the song of the year award goes to the songwriters and the songwriters alone.
you're very much welcome.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
shower curtain
me: "i'm really glad you're telling me these things. this is more than healthy."
bff: "yeah. hey remember that one time when we shared a curtain-less bathroom? you we're showering as i do my #2?"
me: "that moment absolutely cemented our friendship, didn't it?"
is it may yet?
Monday, February 7, 2011
strongbow
this is not another drunken story...but i got nothing else to share at the mo' so yeah...meh.
saturday night, i went out with my dear friends jodie and nicki. yeppers, pissed drunk and all (i'm not very proud). i went home with a bruised knee coz i fell. i had no idea how it happened but was told that the falling was epic. jodie took my phone away coz i was calling long distance (much worse than drunk texting, i guess) and drunk tweeting things that make no sense at all. exhibit a: http://tinyurl.com/4svswsh
drunken karaoke!!! and i don't think we'll go back to that place again. too much creepiness.
sadly, i'm no longer vomit free since 2009. *tear*
yesterday, i swore that there'll be no alchy for me til, at least, may. why may? i'll let you know soon.
i love my friends to the core.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
pasa
finally finished something that i've been meaning to lay for the longest time.
"pasa"
been dying to write you something to sing
daintily i'll pen you a tune
a tune that will transcribe what is you
tell me where did i go wrong
turned around got nothing else, alone
when i loved you wholeheartedly
with nothing left even for the quarter of me
you're too good baby
you're too good and they bruise you easily
finished a verse, boxed with a rhyme
enclosed you with some powerful lines
been lied to but i'd rather not confront
a hiding place, i'll be a good friend to console
a good friend to console your soul
a bottle of you
to remind how ridiculously good you are, obviously you are
the kindest of all hearts
one must promise to never ever ever ever harm
you're too good baby
you're too good and yet they bruise you so easily
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